I'm not 100% sure what this latest holiday is about, but with all the fuss people are making, it must be a big one.
Even though this is my second Christmas, I was a puppy last time and don't really remember how it works. It seems to have something to do with trees. ANd not just any trees -- weird leafless trees.
In our yard there's a tree that makes lemons and a tree that makes roses, but there aren't any weird leafless ones. So yesterday we went to the local Delancey Street Xmas Tree Lot to buy a new tree. The Delancey Street lot wasn't the closest place to buy our tree, but my human said it's the best.
ME: Uhm, isn't a tree a tree? I mean, they don't even have leaves.
HUMAN: Yeah, but it's not about the tree.
At first I thought she meant Christmas isn't about the tree. And I thought, oh great! Another special-day that seems like it's about one thing but is totally about something else?? I was about to start whining about humans and their confusing holidays... when my human starting talking about Delancey Street.
We're not going to the Delancey Street lot because their trees are special, Puglet. We're going to Delancey Street because Delancey Street is special. They're uhm... kinda like a rescue group. For humans. They help addicts, ex-convicts, and homeless people get a second chance at life.
Wow. Really? I know what it's like to be recycled and get a second chance. I had no idea humans could be recycled too.
All the men at the Delancey Street tree place were suuuuper nice. They pet me and said I was cute and didn't laugh too hard at the stupid deer-ears my human stuck on my head. They even helped us pick out the best weird leafless tree ever.
I still have no idea if Christmas is about the tree or not. But if it is, our Delancey Street tree will definitely make this special-day extrasuperspecial.